Golden Core in Hand

He Song had not come to the wrong place.

After confirming the authenticity of the cultivator's Golden Core before him, He Song quickly withdrew his gaze and looked once more at the Ghost-Faced True Monarch.

At that moment, the Ghost-Faced True Monarch gave a slight wave of his hand.

With that wave, the Golden Core that had been quietly floating above his palm—

silently drifted toward He Song and soon landed upon the table before him.

The Ghost-Faced True Monarch nodded at He Song, signaling for him to inspect whether the Golden Core was genuine.

He Song did not stand on ceremony. He immediately extended his divine sense and swept it across the cultivator's Golden Core before him.

Under the sweep of He Song's divine sense,

there was nothing unusual about this cultivator's Golden Core.

It was exactly the same as the cultivator Golden Cores He Song had acquired before.

In other words,

this cultivator's Golden Core could be taken away by He Song and refined into a Golden Core puppet.

And if He Song did not wish to refine it into a Golden Core puppet,

this Golden Core could also be refined into some other treasure.

Or He Song could even resell it directly.

After all, He Song had obtained this cultivator's Golden Core for only one hundred and fifty thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones.

If he resold it, he would likely earn several tens of thousands more mid-grade Spirit Stones.

Several tens of thousands of mid-grade Spirit Stones were not a small sum even for many Golden Core True Lords.

However, the thought only flickered briefly through He Song's mind. In the end, he had no intention of acting upon it.

He did not lack those several tens of thousands of mid-grade Spirit Stones.

What he lacked were treasures